Hello, greetings and welcome to these story because if I have to find anything that is underrated, here it is.
Also, don't know if anyone has actually done this crossover and don't know if one of my reviewers would expect from this bold choice of a crossover but after ruminating on my thoughts on another DanMachi crossover after what I have thought, here is what it is.
So, what will happen when the grim and gritty lovecraftian horror of the Darkest Dungeon where stress, violence and all things dark be combined with the light hearted anime show of the DanMachi story.
I mean, the inspiration I'm taking from a questionable crossover with Berserk and DanMachi and here is the chance I can finally brought this story to fruition.
Now, I know that you guys are probably annoyed of me making new stories after new stories with each possible moment but I'll be honest, I'm actually afraid of continuing any story because I could have made a mistake in the long run.
Despite this, if you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Dungeon, DanMachi, and 'Black Swordman and the Godess of the Hearth' by 'leonardo18anime'. They belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy.
The sun set as it shines on the blue sky.
The village, more specifically called, the Hamlet, have been busy being repaired by the many, many people that lives on it.
And a group of individuals are busy overseeing the whole construction of the village.
"Hah..." He gives a sigh, "We... We have succeeded... at last..." Spoke the one covered head to toe in heavy armour while having a blue cuirass with a yellow scarf, a white cross shape on the chest, have belts, his face hidden behind his helmet and carrying a sword over his shoulder.
This is Reynauld, the Crusader, a knight of great strength, skill, determination and martial prowess alongside the many holy magic to spare in his battle.
"Speak for yourself, knight..." A gruff voice is heard, "Can't believe we actually survive that shite..." Spoke the one who appears to be a middle aged man with short cropped hair, his mouth covered by a brown bandana, wears a leather coat with a white furred collar and a rather mundane leather uniform underneath.
This is Dismas, the Highwayman, a bandit turned mercenary who specialize in his pragmatic cunning, reflexes, ruthlessness and finally, an impressive marksmanship skill with his gun.
"Don't be so gruff, Dismas..." A womanly voice is heard, "We survived? Isn't that all that matters?" Spoke of a woman with dark skin and having black hair that is tied, while wearing armour and holding an oversized crossbow in hand.
This is Millicent, the Arbalest, an expert in the usage of her oversized crossbow to rain down her enemies with her bolts as well as providing first-aid to her allies in battle.
"..." Grunted the one wearing a leather outfit with pieces of armour, belts full of equipment and grenades, scrolls, tools and weapons alongside his face hidden behind his helmet which appears to be a metallic helmet with a mask-like visor with the lower half being entirely covered in black cloth.
This is Tardif, the Bounty Hunter, a mysterious and enigmatic man who knows his way around making trouble upon his enemies with the variety of tools and planning at his disposal and is a man of few words.
"INDEED! LET THE BLOOD FLOW THROUGH WITH THE DRIVING FORCE OF OUR FAITH!" Declared loudly by a disturbing man who's exposed body is covered in scars and blood, his face hidden by a white hood, his wrists are clasped by metallic spiked shackles, his neck is covered by a spiked collar and a manic grin appearing beneath the hood.
This is Damian, the Flagellant, a zealous man who love combat through the literal bloodshed of both himself and his enemies with the painful armaments of his weapons, most specifically his flail-whip weapon with unnerving abilities that nonetheless help his allies through his self-sacrifice.
"Yes, yes..." A snarky female voice is heard, "Our 'faith' is a luxury that we can nonetheless afford in this land." Spoke a woman with long blonde hair who wears a pointed black hat and wearing an outfit consisting of a black coat that is styled to look more aristocratic, while wearing belts with her equipment as well as leather tight pants.
This is Audrey, the Grave Robber, an unscrupulous thief who steals from the dead who is fast on her feet and knows her way around moving to avoid damage while also kill her enemies by landing a critical blow with her knives alongside digging anything to find more loot.
"Nay... He is right..." Spoke another woman, this one more boisterous sounding at that, "Faith is what pushed us forward. Just like how faith pushed me forward as I cleave those monsters to dust!" Spoke another woman, this one looking tribalistic with brunette hair that is covered in dreadlocks, a blue paint on her left eye, and wearing a sleeveless outfit with a white furred collar that shows off her muscles.
This is Boudica, the Hellion, a woman of a tribalistic origin who carries around her massive glaive to cleave her enemies with raw strength, power and fury like no other.
"Well, if faith truly is what push us forward, then I'm lucky to put my faith in my friends. Especially you, girl." Spoke a man in his fifties with blonde hair, a beard and a red bandana while wearing a leather uniform over his muscular body while standing beside him, a dog barked, seeming to be in agreement as she scratched her ear.
This is William, the Houndmaster and his dog, Fergus, a man with a sense of justice and his loyal canine companion who's bond with each other to take on any threats they see with Fergus' bites and William's cudgel like a team.
"Oh, yes. Indeed. Our adventure will be a tall tale that will put into a song. Just need to know what the lyrics are first." Spoke the most unusual of the group, appearing to be a jester with his dangling and jiggling red hat and white mask, displaying a rather intimidating visage and his skin-tight outfit that fits him in a court for entertainment than anything else.
This is Sarmenti, the Jester, a very out of place man comprised of mercenaries, warriors and fighters but is not to be underestimated by way of soothing music, joking attitude and utter ruthlessness in the battlefield, especially by his most damaging he can use against his enemies.
"Whatever song they will sing of us is if no matter. What matters is that we did it. The people are safe. And that's all that matters." Spoke of a man that seemed to be covered entirely in bronze armour with the chest plate being chiseled to have muscular abs alongside a mask with only his mouth exposed and having a white hood over his head.
This is Baldwin, the Leper, a man that, as the title suggests, he is a man suffering from leprosy yet pushed on through his surprising amount of strength and valour despite his affliction, using a broken sword that he can swing with such great might and fury like no other.
"Aye..." A gruff voice is heard, "Tis is all that matters when we faced the horrors this land offers to us together." Spoke of a man that is rather old yet still heavily built and strong, with his whitening short hair, an eye patch on his left eye upon his age-old face while wearing a far more decorated armour that seemed to exude authority and power with his right pauldron having a golden skull and an emblem on her left chest having a lion symbol alongside a red sash as well as carrying a shield and a mace in hand.
This is Barristan, the Man-At-Arms, the closest thing the group has to a leader and military commander who's resilience and bulwark protectiveness of his comrades are a testament to his years of experience and general authority.
"Tch..." A grunt snobby voice is heard, "It is of no concern for what the common rabble feels. Only thing that matters is my retribution against the one that ruins my pride. Second place? How disgraceful." Muttered a woman wearing a top hat while wearing a uniform that are of high quality and of societal aristocratic sign while also carrying a rifle musket on her arms.
This is Margaret, the Musketeer, a woman who is similar to the Arbalest in being a marksman that can shoot with such an improbable aiming skills through her accuracy and gunpowder of her muskets.
"Hmph, I'm not surprised that is the only thing that you care about. But who am I to talk. I came here just for curiosity's sake and an afterthought is just that, an afterthought." Spoke of a rather aged-old voice of a woman, who is wearing a plague doctor's outfit, such as the black robes, the hood and the mask that resembles a bird's beak alongside a plethora of cocktails on her belts.
This is Paracelsus, the Plague Doctor, an alchemist, scientist and researcher who used her cocktails of acids, flashbangs and more to help her allies and hinder her enemies with every chance she gets.
"Ah, maybe it is an afterthought if one focus more on what is forward but one must never be blind to all directions, once more. Such as how I obtained my power." Spoke of a man of foreign origin, wearing a towel wrapped around his head, showcasing his mustache and short trimmed beard and wearing outfits of a truly foreign design.
This is Alhazred, the Occultist, a rather disturbing member who had practised the arts of dark magic that has their problems yet nonetheless has their usage to the threats arrived at their doorstep.
"Perish the thought of your uncaring pursuits. What truly matters is that everything is safe. The people are happy. And the nightmare is over. We saved... everyone." Spoke of a woman wearing a combination between a nun outfit with armour of holy scriptures while carrying a book and a mace on both hands.
This is Junia, the Vestal, a woman of faith who has powers over the healing arts and the holy magic to be used against the dark forces that threatened the land and the hamlet through her faith in all.
These people are the 'heroes', a term not so simply made apparent to some of them, who have been embarked on a perilous and daunting task by their employer known as, The Heir, to take care of the threats that threatened the Hamlet with their dying breath, facing off against not only the thugs and bandits that threatened the land but also the undead, the monsters, the grotesque abominations and of course, the eldritch abominations that had been created by The Ancestor, a mysterious aristocrat that is related to the Heir that had tampered with dark forces beyond his control as the heroes face them all and won thought not without a whole lot of stressful baggage along the way, that is.
And thus, they saved the whole world and it's people although not without some sacrifices along the way.
"Aye, we did... but..." Barristan said in a melancholic tone, "Bigby and Amani would have appreciated the victory. They would have deserved it." The Man-At-Arms said as everyone stayed silent at the death and sacrifice of their two members.
Bigby, the Abomination, an utterly tormented, scarred and mutated man with a bestial form that is as grotesque as it is powerful yet is an utterly unnerving ability that everyone finds incomprehensible and once, Reynauld, Baldwin and Junia refused to join any party if Bigby is with them.
Up until the Abomination has finally earned their trust and finally fight alongside the Crusader, Leper and Vestal and despite his horrific powers, is nonetheless a kind and good hearted who deserves some kindness along the way.
And of course, there is Amani, the Shieldbreaker, a woman with an amputated left arm that is nonetheless good with her spear and shield as she has broken formations of enemies and strike with such lethal venom.
And they all had sacrificed themselves to face off a battle against what the heroes called it, the Heart of Darkness, an abomination from the deep below that is said to be the creator and progenitor of all of humanity and to say that it is a difficult and mind destroying battle is a battle that would have broken the minds and bodies.
Yet, through the sacrifice of Bigby and Amani, the heroes pushed through and defeated the Heart of Darkness for good although to say that they defeated it is just stretching it, just put the damn thing to sleep that is until whoever or whatever had woken it up, of course becoming someone's elses problem in the near future.
Baldwin just give a sad sigh and said, "I... I do owe Bigby for my treatment of him. For despite his powers, he is but a good man. And who am I to judge due to my condition." He said as he touched his mask that hide his leprosy.
"Yeah. Even a good drinking buddy, if I do say so myself." Dismas said with a mirthless chuckle.
"And I do miss Amani, as well. She was..." Junia said as she tries to hide a blush beneath her hood, "Really nice."
"Indeed. She would be a wonderful partner if she ever survived. We would have performed a celebration dance to the people here..." Sarmenti said before sighing, "Oh, why did you have to go, Amani?"
"Well, all is done, and that's all that matters..." Barristan said, "So, now that we've done our job, what are you folks gonna do now? For me, I believe I deserved a retirement for my job. I think I'm getting old and these bones of mine isn't so used to more of such activity."
Reynauld answered as he said, "I... I believe I should check with my wife and child. I don't know if I could actually come back after what I've been through."
"You should, Reynauld. At least you have a family to return to. Me..." Dismas then fish something out from his coat and takes out a locket, seeing a woman and a child on the picture, "I have a lot to go forward to. I don't think this is enough to take back to what I have done."
"Well, I might try to return to pa, if I can. We would have a nice chat over how much I've grown." Millicent said with a sad smile.
"..." Tardif, however, just stands and be silent as he flickered with some of his weapons and equipment.
"I SHALL CONTINUE MY DUTY TO PURGE ALL WHO SINNED AND MAKE THEM EMBRACE THE PAIN AND THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS FROM THEIR BODY! FEELING THE LIQUIDATED LIFE UPON MY BODY... FEELING THE PAIN... THE EXHILARATING AGONY... AND-"
"Alright, we get it!" Audrey interrupted Damian's mad rant, being annoyed, "Bloody freak..." She muttered before saying, "For me, most probably finding more riches around here. Find anything that could fetch me an easy penny."
"You won't grave robbing, are you, Audrey?" Junia said with a scolding look and Audrey stayed silent as she look away, neither denying what she is about to do next.
"I wish to return to my tribe. I thought this would prove that I am... actually worthy of being with my people." Boudica said although her tone is shown that even she doubted it would be possible.
"Maybe I should become a bounty hunter instead. The law has become not what I used to. Better to have some leeway in order to bring criminals to justice." William said as Fergus bark in agreement with her master.
"I..." Sarmenti acts reluctant to speak up, "I might find someone that has a need for my talent for entertainment. One that truly accept me for what I can do rather than..." The Jester look downtrodden and said, "A joke."
"I would possibly continue my journey to find a cure for my affliction. If it means that I can return to my people, then that is a journey I can endure." Baldwin answered as far as he is concerned.
"I must attain my place as a marksman of great renown. Train my skills to finally be number one in the next competition." Margaret answered in her still snobbish attitude.
"I continue my journey, of course. The knowledge I gained from here is thrilling but there is probably more at hand..." Alhazred answered with a determined smirk before looking at Paracelsus and said, "What about you, miss doctor? What do you want to do next?"
Instead of answering, Paracelsus gives her own answer, "Anyone seen Josephine around here?"
The group heard the Plague Doctor mentioned the name, knowing her as Josephine, the Antiquarian, a self-centered and unscrupulous coward who nonetheless help them with their monetary gains in the hamlet as well as being an utterly unrepentant sociopath at that.
"Probably left..." Dismas said as he rolled his eyes, "Knowing her, she probably found something in some ruins and take it to whatever place to sell for whatever her money-grubbing hands want to." He said in a dismissal tone.
"Oh, you want to know where that lady is, hahahaha..." The heroes heard a maddened voice and laughter, looking at an old, weary and manic man with an aged old face and a uniform that has been on its wear and tear.
They know of him as The Caretaker of the Estate and they know him as manic and perpetually grinning creepy weirdo that nonetheless drive the stagecoach and send in more men, supplies and other essentials to the Hamlet with an utter fervent sense of loyalty possible.
"You know where Josephine is?" Junia ask him a question as the Caretaker nod eagerly.
"Yes, yes, I know. Just like how I know that the Heir is dead. Dead and gone like his Ancestor. It never stops again. It is funny. Hahahahaha..." The Caretaker said as the heroes remembered their employer, how the Heir had... died, having his life taken thought how he died is left a mystery although it could possible that it's from a suicide.
"Well, out with it you maddened servant. Where is that scheming woman." Margaret said in a tone of annoyance.
"She's at the Manor. She's at the Manor. Don't know why she go there. Is it money? Is it riches? It is so funny. Hahahahaha..." The Caretaker answered, laughing madly in his broken state.
The heroes can only look in shock at what they had heard, their eyes widened in shock as Tardif, once silent and just minding his business, breaks it as the Bounty Hunter said, "What?"
In the grand library of the manor, a woman wearing thick robes, covered entirely in jewelry alongside wearing a purple over her head, is busy searching for anything as she fished through the books and other items as she tries to find something.
"Where is it? Where is it? It's supposed to be here so where is it?" She said as she continued on searching.
All the while, placing on the table is the mysterious and dark object that appears to be cylindrical and have two skulls stacked on each as it continue spewing it's green smoke from it.
As she continued to search and search and search as far as she is concerned, she finally found it, what appears to be an iron crown of sort as she smiled, "Yes, finally. I found it. I finally found it. Now this will lead me to fortune and-"
"Josephine!"
The woman, now finally known as Josephine, heard someone called her name and look behind to see the 'heroes' are behind her, looking at her together in either fury, anger or disappointment.
"Ah, my friends..." Josephine said in a cheeky tone, "What brings you all here in these humble abode?"
"Cut the shite, bitch..." Dismas said in a furious tone as he aimed his pistol at her, "We both know you don't consider us as friends and the feeling is mutual. What we want to know is what are you doing with that in your hand?"
"Oh, this?" Josephine said, still holding that iron crown, "It is nothing to be concerned about. Just some artifact I found in these very manor and thought it could fetch me a pretty penny for sell."
"You foolish woman..." Reynauld said in utter disappointment, "Do you know how dangerous if any artifacts from these very manor are dangerous? If you want to sell it, we could check it to see if it's safe."
"Why? So you could take it from me. I found it first. Finders keepers." Josephine complain in a petulant manner.
"YOU SHALL FOR YOUR HERESY! THE JUDGEMENT IS FINAL! YOUR PUNISHMENT IS UNENDING TORMENT, AGONY AND THE ABSOLUTION OF YOUR-" Dismas continue to yell out more of his declaration before being stopped Margaret in annoyance.
"Would you shut up, you blood soaked lunatic!?" Margaret said in annoyance before wincing in disgust at the blood on her gloves, "Ugh... I got blood on my gloves." She arbitrarily stated as she tried to shake it off.
"Enough of this childishness. Give us that thing you're holding, Josephine. That's an order." Barristan said in the authority to match his stern gaze.
"Sorry. I'm a free agent. I don't take orders." Josephine taunted him.
"In that case, we'll take that thing from your cold dead corpse if we have to." Audrey said, readying her knives.
"Audrey, just the woman I'm looking for. Why don't you join me and I promise, I promise I'll split the reward between us both." Josephine offered to the Grave Robber.
"Tempting but I ain't daft, woman. I'm greedy but I ain't stupid and the last thing is to get the riches that can't give me anything when the world ends." She said as she glared under her hat.
"It's over, Josephine. You can't get away with this. Right now, you are surrounded and you are far from capable of handling us all. So, either surrender or die for your foolishness." Baldwin said as he gripped his wrecked executioner sword in hand.
Josephine look at her 'former allies' in anger and annoyance as they ready whatever weapons, tools and spells at their disposal and she knew that the Leper is right.
She can't take them all on.
And as if it can't get any worse, the 'heroes' suddenly recoiled in fear, much to Josephine's confusion before her eyes widened in fear at what she is sensing, "Something is behind me, is it?"
Whether the heroes would respond or not, Josephine slowly turned around in fear as her eyes can only widened in shock and horror.
There, floating before the Antiquarian, is a tall, humanoid floating entity of unknown and incomprehensible origin, appearing as a skeletal being with a constantly shaking and glowing skull that is wearing a tall cage while also wearing yellow robes as it's outfit although beneath it is better not to be known, at that.
Josephine can only back away at the sight of The Collector, a mysterious entity that isn't even involved with the evil acts of the Ancestor and an enigmatic one who's powers have much to be... shocking, indeed before suddenly, the Collector then grabbed Josephine by the neck as she tried to free herself, being choked as she is being carried up.
"P-please... someone... save me... pl-please..." Josephine can only speak through her choked neck as she can only give a rasp scream of pain as she is being pulled towards the Collector's robe, which bares the unsightly sight of the many glowing skulls inside.
As the heroes stare in shock at Josephine being killed by the Collector, the enigmatic entity then saw the iron crown as it tries to reach towards it.
"Well, don't you all just stand there..." Barristan said in annoyance, "Get him."
Margaret, Dismas and Millicent, each with their own range weaponry, started to shoot at the Collector as it flinched while Boudica charge with her halberd in hand.
The Collector summon one of it's skulls, appearing similar to the Man-At-Arms as these whatever mimicked entity it is has blocked Boudica's charge with it's shield and relentless stopping power.
Junia summons a bolt of lightning from the sky (which is strange considering their in the manor) towards the Collector making it flinched again from the strike.
William and Reynauld charge, intending to get the iron crown until suddenly, the Collector summons another skull, this one being...
"Is that the Swine King!?" Reynauld didn't have time to get an answer as the giant and morbidly grotesque humanoid pig has suddenly appeared, it's body a mess of organs spewing out and filth everywhere as this giant, fat and bipedal pig with a rusted crown hefted it's cleaver and swung it towards William and Reynauld.
The Collector summons another one of his skull collection, this one summoning a rather haggard man that barely wears anything but rags, exposing his aged and heavily injured body with daggers struck upon his back, he wears blindfolds upon his eyes that is bearded and finally, carrying eye balls on his hands.
"Bloody hell!? Is that the Prophet?" Audrey said in shock at the sight of one of the enemies they killed during their ventures, "What the bloody hell is going on?"
"It seemed, however, that these thing is collecting of our fallen foes, summoning them to help it in whatever reason it has with that crown." Baldwin explained before raising his hand up to cover himself and Audrey from the falling debris caused by the Prophet.
The Collector then started to float towards the iron crown as it's bony hands reached it as his minions distract the heroes from obtaining it.
After finally grabbing it, he was about to probably escape until suddenly...
"You will not escape from us this time." Alhazred said as he cast a portal that summoned a tentacle from beyond to strike against the Collector.
The Collector instinctively protect himself by shielding with the iron crown in hand and the resulting contact of the crown and the eldritch tentacle has resulted in a cacophony of dark, eldritch and cosmic energy like no other.
Alhazred look in shock at what he had done as well as the remaining heroes who had seen what the Occultist had just done, "Towel-head. What the hell did you do!?"
"I... I didn't mean to..." Alhazred tried to make an excuse but the resulting energy sent an uncontrollable quake in the manor.
"Let's just get out of here!" Audrey screamed and the heroes didn't need to be told twice as they try to run but their exit is blocked by a falling debris that stopped them in their path.
"Oh, great. Now, what?" Paracelsus said in annoyance and frustration as the resulting wave of eldritch energy continue to increase as it started expand.
"JUST DUCK AND COVER!" Barristan screamed out a desperate order as the heroes hunkered down from the ensuing incomprehensible and eldritch energy until finally...
The only thing they see now...
Is darkness.
Well, hope that you guys enjoy the story and let me tell you thought, this chapter is made by my own hand (well, as far as my hands are concerned) and not with any help possible with the exception of TV Tropes that is.
Anyway, if you guys want to know the names of these Heroes, here it is.
Reynauld, the Crusader
Dismas, the Highwayman
Millicent, the Arbalest
Tardif, the Bounty Hunter
Damian, the Flagellant
Audrey, the Grave Robber
Boudica, the Hellion
William, the Houndmaster and Fergus, the Hound
Sarmenti, the Jester
Baldwin, the Leper
Barristan, the Man-At-Arms
Margaret, the Musketeer
Paracelsus, the Plague Doctor
Alhazred, the Occultist
Junia, the Vestal
Well, hope that you guys enjoyed this original chapter to my original idea. Don't know if it is anyone's cup of tea but you know, if you guys know original, here is what I truly look like.
Anyway, if you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below...
As always...
Ciao...